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So I had this winter job at a junkyard where I stood around a fire in a barrel and warmed my hands until the boss cussed me out. This was the signal to use my fiber blade saw and trim copper pipe from the ends of scrap car radiators. Two or three of us doing […]
Theme from S.W.A.T., by Rhythm Heritage. It is my first record, a 45 single bought at Montgomery Ward with allowance money I’d saved over the course of a month. I am eight years old. I am a huge fan of the television show S.W.A.T., which follows a special tactics police unit as they go about […]
In my novel, The Tumble Inn, Mark Finley looks back to when he and his feisty wife, Fran, unable to conceive a child and bored with their high school teaching jobs, followed Fran’s wild plan and left their friends and families in suburban New Jersey to begin new lives as innkeepers of a ramshackle hotel […]
FIRST YEAR OF TEACHING. NORMAL DAY. MY CLASSROOM. “OK,” I began. “Look at the sentences on the board. Can anyone see where we might be able to put a semi-colon? Where do we need more than just a comma? Stan, stop talking, please . . .” Lakita looked up from the desk she was tattooing […]
I told myself clouds, but stars confronted me, my cosmic ignorance: speed of light, gravity, the workings of clocks, cell division, fossilization, my skin’s elasticity, and some nights the lunar phase that leaves no moon to find. I carried you in circles, eyes angling for crescent, quarter, halo. You pursed your lips, waited for my […]
PROLOGUE If you are student of history, as I am, you study ghosts, the people that came before you, that grew up in the house you live in, planted the crab apple and apricot trees you eat from, plundered the mountain where you now walk your dog, and try to figure out what they created […]